Dirge of a broken heart

Love is to give and share
to hold to keep to declare
but as the golden circle
that binds do break
dew drops from aching hearts
fall unheeded on deeply furrowed souls
to ache to hurt in exquisite pain
knowing not how to love  again

Holding on to strangers' hands
willing to hope and feel again
but nary a sound the heart do gain
how far or further still the willingness
to say to talk to speak to tell
the feelings once felt
When one love's hand touches
though it ends in betrayal

Meander the crack in hearts do break
cracking like frozen ice in the antarctic
following the falling leaves of autumn
dead and helpless in its descent
watching him with his new love
a nail in love's coffin hammered
while within dying heart screams.